Mountain Springs

“I, Benson Walton, reject you, Selma Payne, from being my future Luna and mate.

“If you’re sensible, you’ll find a quiet place to die on your own, instead of tarnishing our people’s glory.

“You’re just an ugly toad. Stay in the mud quietly, and don’t burden our pack.” 

On Benson’s nineteenth birthday, he found out that we were destined mates. But I didn’t expect that he would rather endure great pain than accept me. Every word he said smashed directly into my heart, and the pain made me tremble uncontrollably.

I learned I wasn’t my parents’ biological child when I was sixteen. Although they thought of me as an angel that a stork had given them, it didn’t change the fact that I was a weak, little human. 

I was just a soft egg who would fall over with a poke, a loser who couldn’t even see the road without help from the moonlight. My existence brought shame to my parents, and to my pack!

Perhaps I should have died in the woods from the start. With that thought in mind, I decided to return them a pure and unblemished pack tonight.

So, I jumped off a cliff and thought I would die. I never imagined I would be saved, and my true identity turned out to be the Lycan King’s only daughter who had been lost eighteen years ago. I was also heir to the throne!

That surprised me a lot. I was actually a werewolf? But… Why was I so weak? Was this all just a mistake?

To become a qualified heir, I concealed my identity and received training. However, could that frivolous instructor who was in charge of training me really help me awaken my wolf, or was he simply taking advantage of me?

As I grew stronger and became a public figure, others attacked and plotted against me many times. Did they have anything to do with those who kidnapped me all those years ago?

I have to catch them! I’ll protect my family, and my lover!


Alpha’s Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

The other soldiers weren't so lucky. Even though I managed to cover most of them with New Flow in time, the physical impact was still unavoidable. Some of them were knocked unconscious by the impact, and only a few awake were unharmed. The rest were more or less injured.

The only consolation was that I finished devouring all of the mutated werewolves in time. Now, the mountains of meat lying limply on the ground were no longer a threat.

Now, we only have one threat left.

The Cyclops in Greece mythology, or the terrifying sea demons that the Vikings spoke of. I'd never seen the actual appearance of those monsters, but any record of them revealed a fearsome and powerful aura between the lines. Words could not seal the permanent impact of those monsters on people's hearts, so people still remembered their true faces even after thousands of years.

The Monster